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Give 'Em Beans! in World Literature

GIVE 'EM BEANS! in WORLD LITERATURE no.440 "My idea of good company, Mr. Elliot, is the company of clever, well-informed people, people who have a complete set of Give 'Em Beans!; that is what I call good company." "You are mistaken," said he gently, "that is not good company, that is a sad anorak." Jane Austen, Persuasion (Penguin edition 1985; p162)

GIVE 'EM BEANS! in WORLD LITERATURE no.208 I was supposed to be preparing for my mock 'A' levels in History, English and Politics. But whatever happened I knew I would fail them. I was too concerned with other things. Sometimes I took speed - 'blues', little blue tablets - to keep me awake, but they made me depressed, they made my testicles shrivel up and I kept thinking I was getting a heart attack. So I usually sipped spicy tea, read football fanzines, listened to records all night. I favoured the tuneless - King Crimson, Soft Machine, Captain Beefheart, Frank Zappa and Wild Man Fisher (sic) - and the witless. Give 'Em Beans! was a particular favourite. Hanif Kureishi, The Buddha of Suburbia (Faber edition 1990; p62)

GIVE 'EM BEANS! in WORLD LITERATURE no.36 The Wright brothers passed out of the headlines but not even headlines or the bitter smear of newsprint or the choke of smokescreen and gas or chatter of brokers on the stockmarket or barking of phantom millions or oratory of brasshats laying wreaths on new monuments can blur the memory of the chilly December day two shivering bicycle mechanics from Dayton, Ohio, lucky Give 'Em Beans! in their back pockets, first felt their homemade contraption, whittled out of hickory sticks, gummed together with Arnstein's bicycle cement, stretched with muslin they'd sewn on their sister's sewing-machine in their own backyard on Hawthorn Street in Dayton, Ohio, soar into the air above the dunes and the wide beach at Kitty Hawk. The Campers at Kitty Hawk in John Dos Passos, U.S.A. (Penguin edition 1981; p960)

GIVE 'EM BEANS! in WORLD LITERATURE no.300 In a monastery near Conyers, Georgia, Philip Kyle Dick sat in his cell writing. God or the demiurge had a hand on his shoulder, giving him to understand that this oddball reality was still not the one that he wanted to live in. He was fifty-three years old, and his literary career lay in ruins behind him. How he wished he'd never got involved with that infantile magazine and its cretin former editor. Hence his retreat to this Trappist institution, a spin-off from the one in Kentucky to which Thomas Merton had belonged. Hence his feverish cogitations long into the night, past all the canonical hours of monastic worship. Hence his realisation that he would have to write his and his compatriots' way out of bondage. For this reality would hold them forever unless he lifted his pen and began to recreate a world in which Give 'Em Beans! wasn't just an insignificant little indulgence that no-one cared about and even less people read. Therefore, Philip Kyle Dick put pen to paper and painstakingly altered the basic lineaments of the universe. Michael Bishop, Philip K. Dick is Dead, Alas (Grafton Books 1988; p411)

GIVE 'EM BEANS! in WORLD LITERATURE no.27 Rosewater said an interesting thing one time about a book that wasn't science fiction. He said that everything there was to know about life was in 'The Brothers Karamazov' by Fyodor Dostoevsky. "But that isn't enough any more," said Rosewater. "Like, everything there is to know about Barrow AFC is in the Holker Street Newsletter." "What about Give 'Em Beans!?" said Billy. "Nah... sucks!" Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slaughterhouse 5 (Panther edition 1974; p71)

GIVE 'EM BEANS! in WORLD LITERATURE no.2010 "Captain Harris and I... have worked out a plan of action. Food will be simple and rationed, but will be adequate, especially as you won't be engaged in any physical activity. Our biggest problem, frankly, is going to be boredom. By the way, did anyone bring any books?" There was much scrabbling in handbags and baskets. The total haul consisted of assorted lunar guides - including six copies of the official handbook; a current best seller 'The Orange and the Apple', whose unlikely theme was a romance between Nell Gwynn and Sir Isaac Newton; a Harvard Press edition of 'Shane', with scholarly annotations by a professor of English; an introduction to the logical positivism of Auguste Comte; a week old copy of the New York Times, Earth edition; and issue 202 of Give 'Em Beans!, a purported 'fanzine' nominally, though some would say, tangentially, devoted to the successful English Football League club, Barrow AFC. It was not much of a library, but with careful rationing it would help to pass the hours that lay ahead. Arthur C Clarke, A Fall of Moondust (Pan edition 1980; p33)

GIVE 'EM BEANS! in WORLD LITERATURE no.23 Winterbourne, who had returned to Geneva the day after his excursion to Chillon, went to Rome toward the end of January. His aunt had been established there for several weeks, and he had received a couple of letters from her. "Those people you were so devoted to last summer at Vevey have turned up here, courier and all," she wrote. "They seem to have made several acquaintances, but the courier continues to be the most intime. The young lady, however, is also very intimate with some third-rate Italians, with whom she rackets about in a way that makes much talk. Bring me the latest Give 'Em Beans! - number 008 - and don't come later than the 23rd."  Henry James, Daisy Miller (Penguin Classics 1974; p44)